.... and back.

Got back from Cuba on Saturday, and back in at work today. It was a good trip - weather was nice and, apart from a few quirks, it was a great resort. I probably averaged about four or five cigars a day, so my throat's a little hoarse at the moment. Oh, and I brought back several packs of Cuban coffee if anyone is interested.

Photos will probably go up on Tuesday.

Some of the highlights of the trip:

- The guy at the front desk who kept winking at me whenever we requested a second bed for the room. We had to ask three times. He probably thought I was just going through the motions. I eventually said, "Guy, my girlfriend will not be impressed if I have to share a bed with another girl." That (and the five Euros I slipped into his palm) probably did the trick, and I didn't have to sleep in the bathtub.

- Erin, when asked how to spell her name, spelling it "E-R-N."

- The middle aged women hooting and hollering at the Cuban men in the fashion show. Lady, they're not going to take it off. It's a FASHION show.

- The fourteen-year-olds at the disco, all doing the slow-clap in unison to Usher's "Yeah!"

- Getting hammered at the swim-up pool bar with some farmers from Saskatchewan and another farmer from Scotland on cap-fulls of Cuban moonshine. In the words of Lyndsay: "Great. Now I'll have sunstroke AND moonshine."

- Playing chess on a 15' chess board. Seriously, the pawns were like two feet tall.

- The middle-aged Cuban security guard trying to pick up Erin.

- Making a habit of going behind the bar to serve myself drinks whenever the bartenders were busy. Eventually, I started to serve drinks to tourists. Then started to spin bottles. Then I started getting tips. Then I got kicked out from behind the bar.

Okay, that's it for now. More to follow when I get my camera hooked up.